Monday, July 12, 2010

Misunderstood; A Child’s Perspective

By Jacob Gutnicki

They look at my face

And say, is he in outer space

They say, what a waste

He’s playing with toothpaste

I say, look at me

Walking on my knee

Bet you think it’s crummy

I think it’s very funny

I have been call wild

I am the autistic child

Don’t expect me to speak

Just because you say eek

Don’t be in a funk

Because I play with junk

Some think I am a foolish prancer

They don’t know I grow up to cure cancer

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